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It wasn’t long ago when I was training in Berlin for a week. With me there were a number of men and women from all parts of the country. With my 55 years now I still look good, I’m slim and dress sexy. So also there. It didn’t take long for the first gentlemen to try me. In total there were four who became quite clear. The first, around forty, quickly shot out of the race, “I would like to pregnant you!“What do the idiots think? The second could not keep his hands in check and the third asked me spontaneously if I was here with him cheat would.
Not all in one day, but within a very short time. I could too observe, that some women disappeared with one of the male participants in their hotel rooms. I was used to regular sex, but I had a roommate in the room and the right ones didn’t seem to be available here. On the penultimate evening, a young man asked me in his mid -twenties, whether he could sit down at my table and whether it would bother me if we talked.
He was nice, looked good and he wasn’t pushy. We talked about many things, further training and also about private. He asked if I was bound and also said that he too has a woman at his side. Not a word that he wants to go to bed with me. It turned out that we don’t live very far apart from each other. At the end of our entertainment, he asked if he could ask me a personal question.
Naturally. He handed me a note with a phone number, “we could make calls together?“I took the note, saw the number and its name. He wanted to rise and go, I put my hand on his and he paused. With my other hand I reached for the note, looked at him again and put it in mine bra. His eyes almost fell out. “What happens when I call?“He sat down again for a moment.
“I would like to find out more private things,” he said. After a short moment he continued: “You are a very beautiful woman and I would like to …”. He did not complete the sentence. “Sleep with me?“Was my question and I looked him deep in the eye. But he just smiled, raised and said goodbye. When he turned away, I said to him: “I’ll call!“He smiled at me and went. Back home I told my husband about it.
He immediately: “Why didn’t you do it there right away?“After two days I held the note in my hand, chose the number. It passed three more days when I stood in front of the wardrobe and didn’t know what to wear. My husband went to my hand. He looked for me underwear, but not sexy but not smared. White tip, top and bottom. Halterless skin -colored stockings, pumps, a tight pencil skirt and a high -closed white blouse without sleeves.
We drove off. While driving, my husband encouraged me that I shouldn’t think about morality. If I want it, I shouldn’t hesitate. Which woman already has such a man?! We met in a restaurant that happened to belong to a hotel. My husband entered the restaurant in front of me for a few minutes and sat down at a table. When I entered, I saw some people sitting there. My date looked at me, jumped up and stepped towards me.
He greeted me kindly and asked me at his table. I ordered a coffee and the conversation started very easily. I made out my husband at some distance, who nodded in agreement. After a good half an hour I wanted to know from my date how it should go on now. He gave me the decision whether we wanted to get to know each other on a walk or rather in the booked hotel room. He put the key on the table.
How agreed I made my husband’s finger, which room number he would be. Again he nodded in agreement. “We go to the room!“I knew that my husband would always be nearby and would intervene if I need help. The door closed behind me when my date suddenly turned to me and tried to kiss me. I turned my face, “everything except kissing!” He understood. Slowly he pulled me up, buried his face on my neck.
His hands reached for my butt. He carefully pushered me towards the bed, began to open my blouse standing standing. Its plump masculinity was noticeably placed on my abdominal blanket. Now he opened the skirt that slid to the ground, then the bra. With both hands, he enclosed my little breasts, let the nipped nipples slide through his fingers. So standing in front of each other, I opened his pants, took out his man and held them firmly in my hands.
At that moment it was clear that it was fucked! A little later we lay closely together on the bed. He had already got rid of his clothes and played tenderly on my body. His hand hiked under the panties, stroking my already opened gap. Under the pillow, he took out a condolation that I took out of his hand and threw into the room. His eyes suddenly radiated an enthusiasm. I reached into the covenant of my briefs and pulled it off, opened it Legs, “Fuck me! Fuck me now!“He lay down on me and his penis penetrated me unhindered.
He filled me out in length and scope. His hands slid over my roaring legs, which seemed to be particularly stimulated. I did it, I slept with another man while my husband provided my safety outside. His body was heavy on me, his pelvis moved constantly. In me the feeling of pleasure rose. His movements became more violent, he reared up, crashed and paused. Like a frenzied express train it boils up in me.
In the moment when he poured himself out in me, I was rolling through orgasm. His limp was damply glossy when we separated. We both breathed quickly and deeply. Between my thighs I felt moisture that added up from our two body juices. He looked at me, looked at my body, sucked my appearance completely in itself. Only now, in the phase of a little relaxation, I asked about his age. He was just 24 years.
I would have his Mother could be. He only smiled when I betrayed my age. His penis began to set up again on his body. I helped him with my hands and mouth. Only now did I realize what a splendid specimen had filled me. He was so long and he was so thick! Now he stood again, stuck up and climbed onto him. Put in position, I settled on the huge thorn and started My affair ride.
He didn’t really seem to be aware that I took what I wanted. So he let me do it, looked at me. His thickness literally tore my tight grotto, the lust raged in me and culminated into a violent orgasm within a very short time. My date hadn’t come when I descended. He looked almost disappointed. I pushed him aside, he almost fell out of bed. I put myself in his place, opened the legs as far as I could: “Take me, fuck me, do as you want, just think of you, I already had everything.
Spray me full!“He did it, lay down between my legs, threaded his thing and rammed off like wild. His slopes reached my legs, picked them up and he pressed them towards my upper body. In this position he was much deeper in me when he sprayed me. We drove it with each other for almost an hour and a half. I felt so sorry for my husband. In the bathroom I made myself fresh and got dressed again.
He smiled satisfied, but didn’t say a word. He was still naked and stood in front of me in full splendor. I told him it was for the first time enough and I have to go now. But I would call him again if he agreed. He nodded in agreement. So I left the room and my husband received me a few meters further. No sign that he was evil or had any objection. He saw me shining happily, he didn’t want more.
I wanted to tell him everything on the way home, but he waved off. “Not now! Only when we are in bed!“That day two more orgasms followed that my husband gave me.
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